The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-01-02
THE GRAHAM GIRL.


never want to camp out again as long al
live! Nor does Cara Murray. Tt
think what lovely. time we had anti
cipated, with Tracy Loring, the greatest
catch OF the year, along, and only dear
fat, stupid Mrs. Bartlett for our chap
eron! There's no knowing what might
have happened had it not been for that
Graham girl.
She. was goVerness to Mrs. Bartlett's
two children, Tom and Tiny (the worst
young ones that ever breathed), and
Mrs. Bartlett said that she couldn't pos
sibly- think of trusting herself and her
precious little ones into the wilderness
unless her dear, faithful Helen went
along. So, of course, Helen Graham
went, and so did Tracy Loring, Cara
Murry, the two Avery girls, and their
collegiau cousins, Max and Will Collins.
1t was jolly fun at first, for during
the journey on the cars Cara and man
aged to secure Tracy ourselves. Then
we went by stage to lonely farmhouse
"a jumping off place." as Tracy called
it-where we were to get the guide
and boat that were to take US up
Lake Noosetic : dear me, L can
never remember those horrid Indian
names But never mind. Tracy said
that he didn't Just like the looks of our
guide, out Cara and | thought him real
romantic. His name was Francisco,
and he was kind of Notwithstanding,
you know, with flashing black eyes,
swarthy complexion, and long black
hair. And he wore sort of picturesque
Indian costume. He talked.a good deal
to US girls, and rolled his eyes, and
made up jingling bits of poetry that
didn't sound bad. Tom Bartlett said
that he smelled of onions and poor
whisky, but Tom was always making
horrid speeches. However, this time
he wasn't so far out of the way, for, if
you'll believe it, we hadn't been camp
ing out a week before that rascally
guide went off and left US in the midst
of a bowling wilderness fifteen miles
tool And we had to make our own
fires and cook our own meals, and all
that things which we had paid him to
do. Mrs. Bartlett is over 40,
but she doesn't know thing
about housekeeping, for her hus-
bands sister. who lives with heT, sees
to everything. AS for the Avery girls,
they never enter kitchen, nor do Cara
and l. Tracy LoEing knew more than
we did, for he could make delicious
coffee as well as broil fish. 1t was late
in the afternoon, with cold rain and
wind storm coming on, so that it
wouldn't have been prudent for the
gentlemen to undertake the long tramp
the woods back to the Giles
farm house. Cara and l felt wretch
edly. In the first place, we were con-
scious of looking drabbled and shabby
there's nothing like that to lover a
woman's spirits. You see, we had no |
idea of what a wild, crazy place the |
woods were, and so we had worn |
puffy, flimsy suits, whose rufffes and |
paint had soon Became crushed and |
crumpled. The Averys were IN the |
same fix. AS for that Graham girl, she |
wore a plain, navy blue flannel gown,
with short skirt and blouse waist. We |
had all made fun of her behind her
back, but after a day or two we were /
forced to acknowledge that she looked |
tar more dainty and tidy than cur
selves. Anyhow, Tracy Loring seemed
to think her attractive, for from
he very first he treated her as
IN equal with Clara and me, and
The laughed and talked as freely as he
lid She never seemed to mind the
east hint, not even when the day Cara
,hreg out something about working
people knowing their places. At first,
,hough, she drew herself up rather
stately (she has a fine fgure), and
looked Cara straight in the eyes, as if |
to find out what she meant, then a |
smile began dimpling the corners of her |
and she sang out mischieY-
ously:
When Adam delved aud Eve span,
Who then was the gentleman?
But to go back to the time the guide |
left US. We had to have supper, of |
course, but what and how?
i've got some fish," said Tracy, |
and 1 see that Max has picked some |
fine blackberries. l can make the
coffee, but the rest of the culinary |
affairs III have to leave in the hands of
you ladies"
sob. my goodness gracious - groaned
Mrs. Bartlett II never cooked a meal
n all my life"
We all echoed her words, except
Iclcn O4audLly VIM JuAIpOO ~ DIIShly
saying: IN try to fix something
though it won't be very elaborate, for
fear our resources are limited. Pray.
Mr.. Loring, what does our larder con.
ann"
"Humph! Mostly canned goods, I
believe. There are some loaves OF
bread, but" with a sniff, "they look
lind of queer, Miss Graham they
have a pale, Witty green fuzz on the
crust! It's very aesthetic looking, to be
sure. butt doesn smell good!"
Heat and moisture have made it
mold. Bread molds easily in August
weather, and this is over a week old.
ButI can cut of the cruS: and toast the
.he inside,
"That'l be famous. I am so hungry
l could eat my boots almostl 1t re-
olces my soul to see a genuine capable
one with 'knaekp And now,
Nine. Cook, I'm at your SERVICE
With q low bow. That Graham girl
lidn't seem bit impressed-sh only
,iggled. and said; coolly: You NAV
lean the fish, il you want to-" and |
Tracy Loring, the heir of one of the
'ichest and most aristocratIc families,
lOnOa6 hiO towel fOr an anrop oDd